And rebounded—and blew up a Turk!
You doubt it? Well, if you want proof, sir,
The truth of this tale to endorse,
Here’s the biscuit—that dent in the middle
Is where the shell struck it, of course!
Ah, yes, ’twas a terrible moment;
I was then slightly wounded, ’tis true—
Just a bayonet stab in the gizzard
And a crack from a bullet or two.
But I gathered new strength for the conflict,